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#first copia now this
ascensabyss · 4 months
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my internet dad is quitting youtube…
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kabukiaku · 1 year
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The Resurrection of Papa Emeritus IV.
I've been itching to draw Antichrist Copia for a long time now.
bonus happy ending:
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also close up of seestor and rain:
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copias-juicebox · 5 months
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you know you‘ve fallen too deep for a man when you see a picture of him and your first thought is: „i want to bear this mans children“ and you don‘t even want kids
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batslime · 2 years
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Some other Ghost doodles. Some I’d posted, some I haven’t
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missygoesmeow · 2 years
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had to fix his face on this one as the old one was bugging me so damn much. might redo the terzo one as well.
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I don’t like how Pro Memoria is in the teaser
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greenbirdtrash · 6 months
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>new to ghost, brand new hyperfixation feels good in its blissful oblivion
>only knowing the basic stuff aka able to tell primo, secondo, terzo, IV and some of the ghouls apart because tiktok gave me a quick summary of who they are and what they do
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> *deep_lore_time.jpg*
>*coming back after 30+ official videos playlist, interviews and a bunch of articles*
I WILL PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS.
you got me there
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ratgirlcopia · 8 months
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if copia had 5% more control over his life he'd just be a drag queen. that's it. like that's literally it that's what this, collectively, is all pointing toward. imperator's like Oh Thank Satanas my definitely-not-kid is a weird little fruit who belongs on a stage. i can use this to obtain ultimate power. meanwhile copia is like the autistic homeschooled religious kid who absorbed an itty bitty fraction of the actual, like, doctrine and spent most of his time looking at images of large men in the illustrated satanic bible. but is fine being the frontman because he gets to wear makeup and bedazzled shit and nun clothes.
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bloodycopia · 7 months
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I've been thinking about bat Copia since my ritual non stop! The wings fit him so well ;3
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hungry-hobbits-art · 1 year
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-pro memoria plays in the bg-
a wee little cardi c comm for @hessianheadhunter!!! this is actually a finished version of an old sketch she reminded me i did XD
[ DO NOT REPOST/EDIT ]
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petvles · 1 year
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When I say I am obsessed with this man
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ghcstcd · 7 months
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Thinking about Copia and Dew so much.
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sweatandwoe · 1 year
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secondo x reader Reader by accident calls him daddy instead of papa ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I would love to do this but I'm already doing a very similar concept with Copia ( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )
maybe I'll do a lil secondo drabble later though
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duskspring · 9 months
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‘Stay’ feels like a tight hug to me. Like being the little spoon for Copia and having him whisper into my ear. Like feeling so thoroughly seen and cared for.
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tache-noire · 2 years
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Eyes On Me
Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual + gore content)
Ship: Cardinal Copia + Papa III’s Severed Head
Content: Necrophilia, reverse-blowjob, mutilation of a corpse, eye gouging
Summary: It doesn’t even matter if he becomes Papa or not. In the end, this is the only way Terzo would ever look up to Copia. (repost from 2020-- edited slightly for coherency, and added more to the end)
Last chance to turn back, you are responsible for yourself.
Finally, he’s looking up at him, and not the other way around.
He’d dreamed of this, every time he knelt and prayed and received communion (and every time he popped a boner when a gloved fingertip happened to brush his lips in the process) from the prodigal son, every night as he lay in bed fucking his own hand, he’d fantasized about looking DOWN on that painted face instead. Fucking the mouth that delivered sermons and led hymns and swayed thousands with his smug tone.
He’d hoped for slightly better circumstances, of course, but the moment is no less euphoric simply because the flesh is cold.
He was lucky enough to get to it before rigor mortis set in, so it wasn’t as difficult as it could have been, but forcing your dick the wrong way up a tube it doesn’t belong in is always going to be a challenge, no matter what. With enough persistence and force, and spreading the clean-cut edges of the former Anti-pope’s esophagus open with his thumbs like the outer lips of a woman’s cunt, Copia finally managed to squeeze his cock inside.
It’s cold, it’s moist, it’s squishy in a way that no “traditional” orifice is, and he cradles the Third’s placid face as tenderly as a lover might, even as he thrusts into the severed stump of his neck.
“Yes… Yes, Papa…! Fuck, look at me…”
The Cardinal forces his eyelids open, but his eyes have already begun to cloud. They fall shut once more as soon as they’re released, and Copia growls, picking up the pace and fucking his throat harder.
“Bastard… Shitty fucking bastard, can’t even look at me now, eh?” He pants.
His grip tightens. His fingernails bite into cold skin, but draw no blood. For all his slowly-cultivated spite and hatred and obsession, he can’t even get a single drop of blood to prove his victory.
“Never again… You won’t look down on me again…”
Copia’s thumbs sink deep into Terzo’s eyesockets, crushing and popping his glassy, sightless eyes. Vitreous fluid gushes out of the wounds– finally, a reaction. Some signal that his retribution isn’t too little, too late. Revitalized by this final act of defiance, Copia resumes wildly fucking his predecessor’s esophagus, now slightly loosened from use.
“You… Everyone… You’ll all kneel to me!”
His manic giggling echoes off the crypt’s walls, heard only by the skeletal remains of the now-broken Emeritus bloodline. The only witnesses to the desecration of its final member.
“I will be Papa, and you will all look up to me..!”
The blood rushing in his ears sounds like the roar of a crowd. Bigger and better than any before. Reaching wider than ever before. His own stage, his own show. He can see the flash of cameras behind his eyelids as he slams as deep as he can and cums up his predecessor’s ruined throat.
Copia savors the last moments well, leaning back and rocking his hips lazily until his cock is fully soft and slips from the widened hole in Terzo’s neck.
He doesn’t even clean him up after. The bastard doesn’t deserve it. He’ll rot in his marble sarcophagus with cum leaking from his pretty mouth.
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sages-of-hell · 2 years
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did i sneak off for a 4 minute “”””bathroom break”””” at work to watch the new chapter? yes i totally did and i would again
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